Itās literally impossible to work on just one project at a time, so hereās a sneak peek of the Pink Guard Namgyu x Player Thanos AU that Iām planning right now! Who knows what they will be up to this time š¤«
The memory unravels before he can hold it tight. The heat of the club light fades, just like the velvet chair and the cheap perfume does. No more laughter to be heard, only the whirring of the speaker in his mask clinging to his ear. The suffocating silence of obedience. His hands grip metal instead of polished glass, his rifle pressed steady against his shoulder as he peers through the scope.
There he is.
On the field, among the trembling players frozen mid-step, stands Thanos. Same bright grin. Same ridiculous stance, cocky even here, like āRed Light, Green Lightā is another damn stage to rock and the dollās dead eyes just another crowd to win over in order to survive. Leaving Nam-gyu with the burning question of what went wrong for legend Thanos to end up in a place like this among all the other scum scraped off the street. All while he feels so superior most of the time.
Yet itās not the same.
Now Thanos isnāt wearing expensive designer shoes and neon colors that clash with his purple hair. Now Thanos is wearing that ugly tracksuit everyone else is wearing, the only thing setting him apart being the number on his back. Now Thanos is in his scope; a target as disposable as the rest. And Nam-gyu has no idea what he is supposed to feel.
( edit: here is the story: https://archiveofourown.org/works/72879166/chapters/189853771 )
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